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Who wants be happy, there is no certainty of tomorrow!

We are back to square one. Underground passions. Miserable human beings. Stardust in my heart. But not all is bright. You have to be careful. Today more than ever. In the War of the weak. Noticed and cats. Not out of fear that someone will judge. But for fear that they can take advantage of us. Of our goodness. Our openness of mind. Become raw and we move away from the laws of the heart. It will be a test! What we as a reward? Everything we believe can save us. Love, the realization professional knowledge. Music, literature. The goal is short, but sometimes it seems too painful to walk 2 minutes on the road of life. Wait. Wait. Wait. In Latin. To strive for. Work towards. That is going. Walk. Move. Get busy. It appears quixotic! And the windmills! And this a good thing that rules the world. This world without end. What is meaningful only when you can recognize in it some sign and significance you take too inside. Call it karma, or destiny again. But every now rests the traveler. It relies on the stars. And then continue his journey. The bottle is full of water source of life. I would not want others in my position I am deprived of the opportunity to drink. I drink because I'm thirsty. And laugh I want to be happy. In this world that makes no sense. Today's patience helped me. And I thank those who pointed out to me that I am very impatient. Just so I can correct myself. The traveler may fall, but if there is a friend to prevent it from falling you earn in two. My heart smiles despite my thoughts flying low. And lead me into the abyss that is watching you. And you'll catch. Like a swamp. Like quicksand. Maybe we really need illusions, with small, simple words. And patience can be prepared and waiting to receive more real. Of life. Thanks. We'll work on it. But it will be difficult.

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The Genesis of Michelangelo. I do not want to dwell too much. A friend pointed out to me a curiosity inherent in the painting. A closer look God, with its draped, angels, and legs that come out, seems to remember the human brain with all its derivatives. I think it was not even a case the color of the drapery. A fiery red passion, plot, instead of a blue ethereal, pure as the sky. Genesis man of God may be understood as the origin of man from himself, from his mind. This mind that seems to be an obsession throughout the history of philosophy and more. Zeus himself is said to have given birth to Athena, the wisdom, from the brain. Not being able to give birth from the belly. And the deity seen in the sun or the star of the moment, is nothing but an attribute meaning to things that may not have such a limit, which allows us to order the world. I do not think we should look in Genesis the rebel-proud man, or his awareness and detachment from the gods. I think the symbolism of the mind is a take note of a divine force is not outside man, but inside. In the bowels man. A jump to a new concept of divinity and implementation shown in the Church! It makes me smile! The meeting is also one of the naked body of Adam and the old body of God covered. As if to symbolize the importance of the contrasts, which in any case you are looking for. I hope it has been seen rather as the beginning of the abandonment of the meeting instead. Although in these days more and more we see a predominance of the body on what can be the soul or mind. If the woman gives birth bodies, the man gives birth to the mind. Create technologies that replace or expand human potential. In all fields. From the implant to walk, to software that calculate the infinite! Here, I'm thinking if they actually the mind is able to create with his strength even Adam's body as well as his brain! In the painting, Adam is lying on a rock on earth. God is in the air. And God seems to be trying to get closer to Adam and not the opposite! All the impressions that I take looking at the painting. Then you would also like to say that is not the man who seeks God, God who lives as humans. It constantly tries to bring enlightenment. A God that perhaps leaving the man on the ground to give him life as a father greets him, and as a father would still remain. No coincidence that the angels that surround God seem to pull away, while God is spread to humans. And the man at all slender, rather lazy, does not seem to be neither neglect nor troubled by an encounter. The age in which Michelangelo lived was a blossoming of hope and strength and life and rebirth entrusted to man. Young. Man. Thrown into the world, naked, but with God not only in heart but also in the head! He's just the man, in time, seek time, buried in the ancient consciousness, that the ultimate meaning behind her life. Michelangelo has fished through art, in the bowels of its existence. My impressions and asides are also wrong. Even the interpretation, without knowledge of the criticism that I and the painting of Michelangelo himself. But the symbolism is present. I wonder what he meant!

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I saw the movie Modigliani. With Andy Garcia. "The colors of the soul." Actually I do not know the artist well, and I do not know what there is in the film's true or not. But I loved it. At home I have a copy of a painting, I printed, which has always fascinated me since childhood. The film is put emphasis on the concept of life, outside the conventions, as well as the love-hate relationship with Pablo Picasso. Modigliani Picasso irritated and songs that seem to be reacting in different ways. In turn, raging, anger or letting. Being passionate about astrology I know that the "Grand Picasso" was a scorpion. But did not know the zodiac sign of Italian. Throughout the movie I suspect that he had cancer. And the feeling that shows in the paintings, and why a cancer may only irritate a scorpion! Well, at the end of the film, I was certain: 12/7/1884. Apart from the sheer curiosity, I dwelt on the fate of the artist. Poor and to achieve success on his deathbed. In an environment, the Paris post-war period, in the ferment of ideas. In art circles and invited customers. Strange as it may be fate! Seen from outside it seems an extraordinary life. Instabilissima, nothing if not art. And the wine. Women. The scene that captures that something that characterizes every artist, not just Modigliani, is when participants, including Picasso, are made for participate in a contest. Everyone goes wild and tries to find a way to enter the canvas. Or on the contrary to fill the canvas with what they hear and see inside. With all the colors and shades of the soul. So here is Picasso destroy the work to begin again on another theme. Soutine and, unknown to me, which depicts a bull quartered "perhaps using the same blood red as the animal! And Utrillo, another unknown, alas! discharging his madness on canvas. All in one way or another spill on canvas what they look like and what you feel inside. Madmen, like jazz musicians, drink and paint. They are enthusiastic in the greek sense. God enters into them. And enjoy and rejoice in happiness. In a sea of \u200b\u200bsuffering. They are to give thanks life. I guess that circle, gaiety, quell'instabilità. That love so suffered. A life that makes me think of the presence of fate on earth. And how can this be a wonderful life. Lived seizing the moment. Living every moment fully. Slight insanity in the artist. A closer look slightly crazy in the artists. All. They see more than a life "system." In the artist, whether writer, musician, painter, he is not talking, playing, painting. 'S life which is manifested through him. And 'the God who takes possession of the artist. He is a vehicle half. The talent is to know without having learned how. A little exalted artists fall into presumption, selfishness, lacking humility. Do not hold that gift that host. Do not hold those views then projected. But the artist is an artist. E 'crazy by definition. Are in line with the world. Do not want to "fix". These "systems" are the real crazy!